{"id":39365,"date":"2018-06-11T13:09:54","date_gmt":"2018-06-11T13:09:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=39365"},"modified":"2018-06-11T13:26:06","modified_gmt":"2018-06-11T13:26:06","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-pe-arca-gandurilor-mele-versuri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/06\/11\/anna-nora-rotaru-pe-arca-gandurilor-mele-versuri\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Pe arca g\u00e2ndurilor mele (versuri)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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O ZI CA CELELALTE…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ast\u0103zi, ni s-a trezit Ziua voioas\u0103….
\nTiptil s-a strecurat din pat de nori…
\nCu pa\u0219i de vals \u0219i piruete, gra\u021bioas\u0103,
\nLa fereastra cerului, privind-o somnoroas\u0103,
\nG\u00e2ndea la lume, cum s\u0103-i trimit\u0103 zori !<\/p>\n

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\u00cencet a scormonit o raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103,
\nAlunec\u00e2nd pe creste, dealuri \u0219i adormit ora\u0219,
\nCe \u00eenc\u0103 huzurea \u00een somnu-ad\u00e2nc ce-alin\u0103,
\nSper\u00e2nd \u00een vise dulci, o zi c\u00e2t mai senin\u0103,
\nO lume minunat\u0103, unde-a g\u0103sit s\u0103la\u0219 !<\/p>\n

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S-a r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit Ziua printre cotloane \u0219i gr\u0103dini,
\nPrintre case, pe str\u0103zi s-a scurs, pe caldar\u00e2m…
\nDin somn, trezind vr\u0103bii \u00een pomi cu fructe plini
\n\u0218i cu l\u0103trat voios al vagabonzilor de c\u00e2ini,
\nA alungat a nop\u021bii umbr\u0103, pe un alt t\u0103r\u00e2m !<\/p>\n

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Coroan\u0103 de soare lucitor \u0219i-a prins \u00een plete,
\n\u00cempr\u0103\u0219tiind lumii buchet de culori trandafirii…
\nDin acelea, ce Zeii doar, cu-ale lor palete,
\nLe las\u0103 pe p\u00e2nza Universului, pe \u0219evalete,
\nCa la s\u0103rb\u0103toarea cea mare, de Florii !<\/p>\n

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\u00cen m\u00e2ini ginga\u0219e \u021binea un panera\u0219 cu daruri,
\nCiocnindu-ne la geam, la fiecare-n parte…
\n\u0218i mie mi-a dat buzna, chiar adineauri,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2ndu-mi pe pervaz un joc de zaruri,
\nS\u0103 v\u0103d ce-oi c\u00e2\u0219tiga din visele-mi de\u0219arte !<\/p>\n

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Am primit \u0219i eu, a\u0219a cum cred ca fiecare,
\nR\u0103va\u0219 \u00eentreg, cu numai obliga\u021bii \u0219i probleme…
\nCu griji, angoase, \u00eendoieli, f\u0103r\u0103-nduplecare,
\nS\u0103 le rezolv din zori \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la-ntunecare,
\nC\u0103 m\u00e2ine, Ziua iar va bate-n geam, devreme,
\nLa datorie s\u0103 ne cheme…<\/p>\n

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BARCA PE VALURI \u00ceN ASFIN\u021aIT pictura pe panza \u00een ulei de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/em><\/p>\n

inclus\u0103 \u00een vol. de picturi \u0219i poezii ,,Ut pictura poesis”<\/em><\/p>\n

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PRIN STINSELE APUSURI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Amurgul tremur\u0103, se stinge \u0219i t\u0103cerea m\u0103 inund\u0103…
\nNici \u021bip\u0103t de-albatro\u0219i n-auzi, de g\u00e2t i-a sugrumat…
\nSub linia orizontului, ro\u0219 soarele-ncet se-afund\u0103,
\nC\u0103t\u00e2nd sub fruntea mun\u021bilor, un loc s\u0103 se ascund\u0103
\n\u0218i-n marea g\u00e2ndurilor mele, r\u0103zbat valul \u00eenspumat,
\nVoind s\u0103 m\u0103 renasc din mine, din visu-mi destr\u0103mat…<\/p>\n

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Se-ascunde \u00een abis lumina, pan’ la ultima-i f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103,
\nP\u0103r\u0103sind ziua zdrelit\u0103, s\u0103 se preling\u0103 \u00een \u0219uvoaie…
\nLu\u00e2nd cu ea-mpreun\u0103, speran\u021bele cum se d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103,
\nPurtate-n larg, departe, cor\u0103bii, f\u0103r\u0103 de par\u00e2m\u0103
\n\u0218i visele-n gr\u0103mezi, adunate-n lungi convoaie,
\nMai mult le-nmoaie valul, le rupe v\u00e2ntul, le \u00eendoaie…<\/p>\n

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Doar eu r\u0103m\u00e2n cu amintirea \u0219i tu doar cu uitarea…
\nT\u0103ceri negre se-adun\u0103, din cuvinte ce n-am spus…
\nE noapte-ad\u00e2nc\u0103-n g\u00e2ndul meu, nu vede cugetarea,
\nC\u0103 mi-am pierdut sim\u021birea-n \u00eendelung\u0103 a\u0219teptarea
\n\u0218i tot ce-n minte-mi am avut, cu-apusurile a apus,
\nDe gheara \u00eentunericului \u0219i ciocul lui de fier r\u0103pus…<\/p>\n

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Doar v\u00e2ntul mai \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103, un menuet, o psalmodie,
\nLa o alt\u0103 zi murit\u0103, cu-a\u0219tept\u0103ri sterpe prin g\u00e2nduri…
\nCu cerul pres\u0103rat de candele, mi-aprind una \u0219i mie,
\nDe\u0219ertul sufletului s\u0103-mi lumineze \u0219i-a inimii chindie…
\nDin r\u0103t\u0103cirile prin amintiri, ca za\u021bul, prin str\u0103funduri,
\nDin scrum \u0219i r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021be, r\u0103sar cuvinte printre r\u00e2nduri…<\/p>\n

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UN PUMN DE NISIP<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De pe malul \u00eenspumat al m\u0103rii Egee,
\nCu sufletul pierdut \u00een Nic\u0103ieri sau Infinit,
\nCu ochii larg deschi\u0219i spre C\u0103i Lactee,
\nCaut cuvinte s\u0103 le-adun scriind o epopee,
\nDintr-un trecut r\u0103mas \u00een ieri \u0219i surghiunit,
\n\u00cen Univers nem\u0103rginit…<\/p>\n

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Mi-am rev\u0103zut tr\u0103iri \u0219i calde sim\u021b\u0103minte,
\nAmintiri, vise, dorin\u021be se peridau pe chip…
\nCe lucitoare mi-au p\u0103rut atunci \u00een minte,
\nPoleindu-le cu auriu pe ruginii ve\u0219minte ?
\nAzi, toate le v\u0103d un pumn doar de nisip,
\nCe, printre degete risip…<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 \u00eentreb de sentimentele de \u00eenceput…
\nCum noima \u0219i-au pierdut s\u0103rmanele cuvinte ?
\nS-au stins pe drumul lung ce-am str\u0103b\u0103tut ?
\nFost-am eu ne\u0219tiutoare sau tu nepriceput ?
\nDin tot ce ne-am jurat c\u00e2ndva, cu leg\u0103minte,
\nAzi, jerbe-s pe morminte…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-am r\u0103mas cu ochiul gol privind pe Nic\u0103ieri…
\nChemarea mea s-a risipit \u00eentr-un arid de\u0219ert…
\nEcoul vorbei a murit topindu-se-ntr-un ieri,
\nDar, via\u021ba \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 scormonind prin-napoieri,
\nDoar umbre \u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219ti, cu chipul lor inert,
\nDin sentimente… un sfert…<\/p>\n

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CULORILE IUBIRII <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Apusul se tope\u0219te, ca alte apusuri ruginii
\n\u0218i-l duce valul m\u0103rii, pe malul dep\u0103rt\u0103rii…
\nDegeaba mi-am tot spus, c\u0103-n var\u0103 o s\u0103 vii,
\nEcoul vocii-mi s-a pierdut, pe crestele uit\u0103rii…<\/p>\n

 
\nUn g\u00e2nd \u021bi-a\u0219 mai trimite, pe spuma argintie,
\nC-un dor r\u0103t\u0103citor, prin neguri s\u0103 str\u0103pung\u0103…
\nNoroc poate-oi avea, c\u0103 nimenea nu \u0219tie,
\nPe \u021b\u0103rmul t\u0103u de vis, s\u0103 poat\u0103 s\u0103 ajung\u0103 !<\/p>\n

 
\nIubirea-mi voi \u0219opti-o, \u00een scoic\u0103 sidefie,
\nEcoul ei s-ascul\u021bi, de-o vei g\u0103si la mal…
\nAtunci poate vom \u0219ti, ce dat ne e s\u0103 fie,
\nDe fi-vom \u00eempreun\u0103 sau desp\u0103r\u021bi\u021bi de val !<\/p>\n

 
\nDe-o fi s\u0103-mi vii mi-oi \u0219terge, o lacrima ivit\u0103,
\n\u00cen col\u021bul ochilor sper\u00e2nd, c\u0103 nu-i o n\u0103scocire…
\nAripi voi da iubirii, in a\u0219teapt\u0103rea-mi istovit\u0103,
\nS\u0103 zboare c\u00e2t mai sus, spre \u021b\u0103rm de fericire !<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218i-i va c\u00e2nta pe strune, zefirul printre st\u00e2nci,
\nCulori va pune soarele, ce pleac\u0103-n asfin\u021bit…
\nCu verde de smarald, din ochii mei ad\u00e2nci,
\nCu purpur\u0103 din s\u00e2nge \u0219i-albastrul de-nfinit…<\/p>\n

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PE ARCA G\u00c2NDURILOR MELE.. .<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ro\u0219ieticul amurg lin coboar\u0103 pe \u00eemprejur…
\nV\u0103lul m\u0103rii-mi fur\u0103 g\u00e2ndul \u0219i-l zdrele\u0219te de o st\u00e2nc\u0103…
\nLini\u0219tea-i \u00eenm\u0103rmurit\u0103, c\u00e2t mai pot privi \u00een jur,
\nSoarele alene pleac\u0103, n-are chef s\u0103 fac-un tur,
\nZiua a\u0219a-i de obosit\u0103, c\u0103-l \u00eempinge cu o br\u00e2nc\u0103
\n\u0218i-l scufund\u0103-n mare-ad\u00e2nc\u0103…<\/p>\n

 
\nMai plutesc \u00een v\u00e2nt arome, de levand\u0103 \u0219i sulfin\u0103…
\nPe cer luna se prevede, printre c\u0103ndelu\u021be, stele…
\nAp\u0103r\u00e2nd timid din neanturi, c\u00e2t mai p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie lumin\u0103,
\nZ\u00e2mbetele ne treze\u0219te trimi\u021b\u00e2nd pala-i actin\u0103,
\n\u00cen t\u0103cerea mea, ascuns\u0103, printre falduri de perdele,
\nDup\u0103 geamuri \u0219i z\u0103brele…<\/p>\n

 
\nPesc\u0103ru\u0219ii-i v\u0103d \u00een zboruri, cum fac m\u0103rii rotocol…
\nCum \u00een hoarde se reped, ca s\u0103ge\u021bi valul str\u0103pung…
\nLa vreun pe\u0219te ce r\u0103sufl\u0103, cad pe el de-a rostogol
\n\u0218i cu spumele pe aripi, se ridic\u0103-n zbor spre stol,
\nC\u0103tre farul de pe st\u00e2nci, pe la cuibul lor ajung
\nCu un \u021bip\u0103t lung, prelung…<\/p>\n

 
\nVis\u0103toare mi-a\u0219 dori un culcu\u0219 s\u0103-mi fac pe lun\u0103…
\nPrin al cerului ocean, arca mea s-o m\u00e2n departe…
\nS\u0103-i pun p\u00e2nze la catarg \u0219i pe frunte-mi o cunun\u0103,
\nV\u00e2ntu-mi c\u00e2nte din l\u0103ut\u0103-n fantezia mea nebun\u0103,
\nAdun\u00e2nd buc\u0103\u021bi de suflet, ca de bibelouri sparte,
\nDin tr\u0103irile-mi de\u0219arte…<\/p>\n

 
\nC\u0103, v\u0103z\u00e2nd cum ziua moare, vara-n geamul aburit,
\nCum speran\u021ba m\u0103 tr\u0103deaz\u0103, arunc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-n furtuni
\n\u0218i cum visul se dezbrac\u0103, din spoieli de margarit,
\nVreau s\u0103 fug acolo-n \u021bara-n care soarele-i la r\u0103s\u0103rit
\n\u0218i pun\u00e2nd \u00een prora arcei un buchet de m\u0103t\u0103ciuni,
\nPlec cu stolul de l\u0103stuni…<\/p>\n

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ZACE ORA\u0218UL CA-N MORM\u00c2NT…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O noapte neagr\u0103 s-a\u0219terne peste-ora\u0219ul adormit,
\nSe prelinge, ca smoal\u0103, de pe-un alt parc\u0103 t\u0103r\u00e2m…
\nAlene, ca panter\u0103 languroas\u0103 \u0219i-o privesc uimit,
\nCum se-apropie de mine, dar nu stau la tocmit,
\nMai departe imi port pa\u0219ii fugind pe caldar\u00e2m,
\nT\u0103cerea nop\u021bii s-o sf\u0103r\u00e2m…<\/p>\n

 
\nM\u0103 pierd printre cl\u0103diri, sub lumini de felinar,
\nSuflarea s\u0103 mi-o trag, b\u0103t\u0103ile inimii s-ascund…
\nDeparte m\u0103 av\u00e2nt, singur sufletu-mi hoinar,
\nAl nop\u021bii vagabond, ca prin talazuri marinar,
\n\u00cen lini\u0219tea ora\u0219ului, mai mult s\u0103 m\u0103 afund,
\nSim\u021bindu-i pulsul muribund…<\/p>\n

 
\nC\u0103-i ora cea t\u00e2rzie, plin\u0103 de misterul anumit,
\nC\u00e2nd la ferestre, una c\u00e2te una, luminile se sting…
\nC\u00e2nd, oamenii adorm, unii cu suflet mul\u021bumit,
\nAl\u021bii, cu vinovatul g\u00e2nd, c\u0103 poate-au p\u0103timit,
\nSim\u021bind aripile co\u0219marului, cum min\u021bile le-ating
\n\u0218i-n somn mistuitor \u00eei-mping…<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218i-i grea t\u0103cerea, tare, ca o lespede de piatr\u0103,
\nTe-ap\u0103sa pe suflet, ca zale-n locu-i de ve\u0219m\u00e2nt…
\nUn buf mai pl\u00e2nge c\u00e2teodat\u0103, speriat c\u00e2inele l\u0103tr\u0103,
\nTrezi\u021bi din somnu-ad\u00e2nc, de hohotul de idolatr\u0103,
\nAl vreunei s\u0103rmane, ce se t\u00e2nguie cu leg\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nC\u0103 n-o mai c\u0103lca vreun jur\u0103m\u00e2nt…
\n(… zace-ora\u0219ul ca-n morm\u00e2nt… )<\/p>\n

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ZACE TURNUL PRINTRE SPICI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De-ai gre\u0219it, tu e\u0219ti de vin\u0103 \u0219i gre\u0219eala \u021bi-o asumi,
\nNu e\u0219ti tu Judec\u0103torul, cu balan\u021ba-n m\u00e2ini, ce-acuz\u0103…
\nNu e\u0219ti tu Alesu-acela, ce domne\u0219te peste lumi,
\nS\u0103 arunci fulgeru-n toate \u0219i cu vorba s\u0103 sugrumi,
\nCa s\u0103 crezi, c-apoi u\u0219or, totul trece cu o scuz\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd \u021bi-ai stins focul \u00een spuz\u0103…<\/p>\n

 
\nNu po\u021bi, tu, s\u0103pa \u00een inimi, cu baltaua s\u0103 despici,
\nFiere picur\u00e2nd pe limb\u0103, gura c\u00e2nd slobod vorbe\u0219te,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2nd, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii, pagubele ce faci c\u00e2nd strici…
\nCum vin vorbele-napoi \u0219i cu ce cuv\u00e2nt-explici ?
\nE deajuns oare s\u0103 spui, oameni suntem \u0219i-i fire\u0219te,
\nC\u0103 omu-i om \u0219i mai gre\u0219e\u0219te ?<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218i, de ce s\u0103 nu g\u00e2nde\u0219ti toate astea dinainte,
\nDe-arunca \u00eenvinuiri, precum plesnituri de bici ?
\nDe furie, \u00eemi vei spune, c\u0103 n-ai strecurat prin minte,
\nSc\u0103p\u0103r\u00e2nd pe calea vorbii, valuri-valuri de cuvinte…
\n\u0218i-acum crezi, c\u0103 scuza poate, rol s\u0103 joace de lipici,
\nPut\u00e2nd zidul sf\u0103r\u00e2mat, cum a fost, iar s\u0103-l ridici ?
\nOff… zace turnul printre spici…<\/p>\n

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UN PUMN DE LUT… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ai plecat… am plecat.. \u00een urm\u0103-mi scald privirea,
\nS\u0103 te mai v\u0103d o clip\u0103, pan’ s\u0103 te pierzi \u00een noapte…
\nE-at\u00e2t de-amar\u0103 \u0219i dureroas\u0103 desp\u0103r\u021birea,
\nCa un cu\u021bit ce-mi spintec\u0103-n f\u00e2\u0219ii sim\u021birea,
\nP\u0103str\u00e2nd \u00een ani din fructele unei iubiri r\u0103scoapte,
\nCev-amintiri \u0219i ultimile-\u021bi \u0219oapte…<\/p>\n

 
\nAi plecat… romanului voi pune titlul de-ncheiere…
\n\u0218tiu c-adeseori iubirea, vine, trece \u0219i se curm\u0103…
\nAmare lacrimi ne r\u0103m\u00e2n, poate venin \u0219i fiere,
\n\u00cemi va lipsi chiar \u0219i perfida-\u021bi poate m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere…
\nOric\u00e2t \u00eens\u0103 dorin\u021ba m\u0103 sap\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 scurm\u0103,
\nPleca-voi, l\u0103s\u00e2nd totu-n urm\u0103…<\/p>\n

 
\nDe fost-am am\u00e2ndoi, sau eu, sau tu de vin\u0103,
\nNu mi-i g\u00e2ndirea rece ca s\u0103 pot socoate…
\nCum de-am ajuns, tu un str\u0103in \u0219i eu str\u0103in\u0103,
\nDintr-o iubire-nl\u0103n\u021bui\u021bi, curat\u0103 \u0219i divin\u0103,
\nNu mi-am \u00eenchipuit vreodat\u0103 c\u0103 se poate,
\nS\u0103 uit\u0103m cele tr\u0103ite, toate…<\/p>\n

 
\nNu mai conteaz-acum, ne-a furat necunoscutul
\n\u0218i, la r\u0103scrucea vie\u021bii, fiecare ales-am drumul…
\nDin ce pre\u021bios odat\u0103, \u00een pumn r\u0103mas-a lutul
\n\u0218i-un ieri ne va r\u0103m\u00e2ne, ne va-nghiti trecutul,
\nP\u0103str\u00e2nd ceva poze, de prin scrisori parfumul
\n\u0218i g\u0103lbejit de ani, albumul…<\/p>\n

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APA VIE\u021aII <\/strong><\/p>\n

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M\u0103 cufund \u00een Apa Vie\u021bii g\u00e2nditoare,
\n\u0218i-i las talazul s\u0103 m-ating\u0103 pe grumaz…
\n\u00cen ceasul nop\u021bii, frunz\u0103 sunt, tremur\u0103toare,
\n\u00cemi sorb din stropurile prelinse pe obraz !<\/p>\n

 
\nSimt valul cum m\u0103 ridic\u0103, m\u0103 coboar\u0103,
\nM\u0103 duce, m\u0103 aduce trec\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 prin por\u021bi…
\nEu, pesc\u0103ru\u0219, s\u0103 m\u0103 strecor, a c\u0103ta oar\u0103,
\nMai vie sau r\u0103nit\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc din mor\u021bi,<\/p>\n

 
\nSpun\u00e2nd c\u0103-s norocoas\u0103 de-am sc\u0103pat,
\nVis\u00e2nd, s\u0103-mi num\u0103r clipe, din fire de nisip…
\n\u00cen Apa Vie\u021bii, seri la r\u00e2nd s\u0103 vin la ad\u0103pat,
\nS\u0103-mi r\u0103coreasc\u0103 trupul obosit \u0219i chip !<\/p>\n

 
\nC\u0103ci via\u021ba-i rebus de cuvinte-ncruci\u0219ate,
\nCe-\u021bi n\u0103v\u0103lesc s\u0103 le dezlegi \u00een hoarde
\n\u0218i de nu po\u021bi \u0219i g\u00e2ndurile-s \u00eenc\u0103tu\u0219ate,
\nSim\u021bi \u00een tine cum noima lor te arde !<\/p>\n

 
\nAsta sear\u0103 mi-a poposit \u0219i sufletul lihnit,
\nLa mal s\u0103 mi-l a\u0219ez, acolo s\u0103-mi cl\u0103desc,
\nCastelul vie\u021bii, s\u0103-mi ad\u0103postesc trupul r\u0103nit
\n\u0218i neputin\u021ba, de maluri s-o strivesc !<\/p>\n

 
\nMi-e dulce via\u021ba \u0219i-o vreau pe calendare,
\n\u00cen ad\u00e2ncurile ei s\u0103 m\u0103 afund fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103…
\nSorbind din Apa Vie, pe buze gust de sare
\n\u00cen st\u00e2nc\u0103 s\u0103-mi prefac\u0103 firea mea pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Anna-Nora ROTARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Atena, Grecia<\/strong><\/p>\n

11 iunie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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